Master and Pupil wandered in the water gardens, open to all senses. Magnolia blossoms cascaded as waterfalls, mingling with lotus petals drifting knowingly on honeyed-air. The rhythmic beat and buzz of dragon and butterfly wings. And flute-finned and origamied koi gather cosmic sequins. The magical moment when tao is most hidden and observant.
Pupil asked, lips not moving, “ Master, then am I ready for the final test?” He felt the Master’s laugh: “If you ask that question, then I doubt you are.” Master said as they strolled past the shrine of quiet , “Few pass; even fewer allowed by the brothers to keep the robe of silence.”
And so the day would come when Pupil slowed his descent from the thousandth tao tree.
Mouth open in a scream for none to hear.
He would close his mouth, straighten his body parallel to Earth.
And hover, til brothers and master decided in he was worthy.
For the robe of silence; the body of invisibility
composed for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge: 114